Pasqua � Divertimento

Despite his enormous size, Gaou Rikiya still remained as normal as any other child. The street he grew up on was the same as any other in the neighbourhood, right down to the cookie-cutter style of the houses that lined its concrete lane ways. Twelve houses down on the right hand side from his own home lived his best friend, Maruko Reiji; a man Gaou referred to as Marco, per the quarterback's wishes.

The pair still practiced childhood things they had loved in the years past, including the gathering on weekend for sleep overs and nights of long-winded conversation. They could spend a Friday evening watching old American Westerns on the satellite television system Marco's parents had, or lay awake all night in Gaou's over-sized bed, cuddled together as old friends are oft to do, and talk until the sun came up.

On the morning Marco's father referred to as Pasqua, the pair woke to the smell of fresh bread baking in the smaller man's kitchen. Gaou murred deeply in his throat as he let his arm fall from Marco's side, busily scratched at the hairs below his navel with it before using it to prop his head up off of the now-flattened pillows.

“Your mom's making that Easter bread again, isn't she?”

Marco nodded and shuffled his partially nude form to the door, tugging it open with a grunt and heading to the bathroom for a morning pee and a quick swish with his favourite mouthwash. Gaou simply chuckled to himself and let his eyes close again, his massive form—larger than a normal teenager but still possible to be considered an achievable size-- stretched the length of the other's bed, causing Marco to use him as a very warm, very comfortable mattress, something Gaou eagerly looked forward to when the two shared a room for the night.

“I'm going to get some coffee going, if you want to get dressed and come down, Gaou,” the half-Italian teen called from the hallway. “There'll still be some for you if you hurry, I'd say.”

“Yeah, I'm coming,” Gaou answered, hauling himself to his feet and shrugging a t-shirt over his deeply muscled upper body.

The grand hulk of a man ducked as he stepped into the hall, mimicked Marco's morning routine and then rumbled down the stairs, nodding politely to Marco's petite mother. She smiled delicately and offered him smile, before turning back into the kitchen and fetching the baked goods from the oven. Behind her, the brunet quarterback leaned against the counter, the coffee machine bubbling away beside him.

“Smells very good,” the larger male commented, as he took a spot beside his lover. “The coffee and the bread, I mean.”

“Are you staying for dinner? I'm sure it's not a problem,” Marco asked, turning to the side and picking up the coffee he had already poured for Gaou, smiling faintly as the large hand took it. “Then you can have the baked treats and some other ones later.”

Gaou took Marco's words to mean exactly what he knew the brunet meant: sex. At least the faintest vestiges of sex in the quickest of ways, whether it be the mutual masturbation they had come to cherish between them, or a display of Marco's amazing lingual talents, which Gaou seldom asked for but was given anyway.

“Yeah, I guess I can stay. My parents don't do a big dinner for Easter, so staying here would be nice.”

Pushing himself away from the counter with a flex of his tight ass, Marco scooped a handful of the little foil-wrapped candies from the bowl beside the door, something his mother put out for the boys earlier, thinking that even though they were older teenagers, they would still appreciate a chocolaty snack during the day. Gaou picked a few green ones out and stuffed them in the pocket of his pajama pants, happily following his lover back to his room, coffee in hand.

In Marco's bedroom again, Gaou carefully slid his large frame down onto the bed again, sitting up against the headboard with his legs open, inviting his lover to sit between them. Marco set his coffee down with Gaou's on the bedside table and climbed up, enjoying the lack of creak in his box spring since having the entire pallet reinforced, so that Gaou could sleep on it without fear of premature collapse of the frame.

The brunet was smiling as he slid between Gaou's thickly muscled legs, happily resting back on them as the large footballer crossed them, giving Marco something to lean on. Each man still had their candies and it was Marco who first chose a blue one from his hand and set the others on the rumpled blankets beside Gaou's bent right leg.

“I think they're chocolate inside. My mother buys the strangest things during the holidays.”

Gaou leaned forward as Marco began to tear the sparkling foil off, revealing a dark brown colour within. He sniffed out loud, inhaling the sweet scent of the candy, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Smells like chocolate.”

Marco lifted the unwrapped snack to the larger man's lips and waited until they parted, slipping it inside along with his index finger, a low moan torn from his lips as Gaou closed around it and suckled hard, the chocolate melting on his tongue and against his teeth. It was a great risk Marco was taking, to allow his hands anywhere near a mouth that needed a titanium guard in order to survive the enormous teen's deadly strength.

He pulled his digit free and stuck it into his own mouth, enjoying the taste of his lover, the chocolate and the mint mouthwash they shared. He immediately reached for another piece, snatching up a pink one and ripping the protective layer off. He again offered it to Gaou and waited for the monster of a footballer to take his finger in a second time, but shocked to see the moist, pink tongue emerge instead, and make a broad, wet swipe across the candy and three of Marco's fingertips.

The smaller male shuddered and offered it again, repeating the actions before and earning himself a stronger suckle yet, this time followed by an even happier rumble from Gaou, who forced Marco's finger out and chewed the candy with zest. Little had Marco known, but the pink-wrapped candies were strawberry filled chocolates.

“You liked that one, I'd say,” the brunet chimed in, as he blindly reached over Gaou's massive thigh to pick up another. He peeked at the one he had chosen and displayed it for the larger youth. “Maybe you'd like a red one this time?”

“Cherry?”

Marco shrugged and as he was unwrapping it, Gaou snatched it up, sniffing the hardly unwrapped treat, his broad nose wrinkling. “No cherries, Marco. They upset my stomach, remember?”

“Okay, fair enough, but they don't upset mine.”

“Then, you eat it.”

Marco smirked and opened his mouth, his eyes closing as he waited to savour the fruity chocolate. Gaou smiled in return, a dark foreboding smile that should have signaled danger to the smaller man but alas, Marco was unaware of it, until the giant's mouth latched onto his and the distinct taste and aroma of cherries flooded his senses.

Gaou pushed the partially melted treat into Marco's mouth with his tongue and pulled away, his dark eyes leveled upon the other sportsman's face. Marco suckled the candy and began to chew it as he opened his eyes, his tongue laving sticky, chocolaty swipes over his clean lips. The monster footballer leaned in again and this time lifted both hands, clasping Marco on either side of his head and licking over his lips like a child tasting a strange candy, taking in one large sample before sitting back, letting go and looking as smug as ever in the knowledge that the treat was indeed as delicious as he had hoped.

“Are all of them that tasty?”

Marco shrugged and leaned back, stretching his barely dressed form over Gaou's legs, both hands fisted in the light shirt and lifting it up to expose his firm belly. Hairless across the chest but dusted with the lightest hint of hair just below his navel, Marco displayed himself proudly, knowing that Gaou appreciated any chance to see his lover in the buff.

Marco grinned to himself as his eyes closed again, comfortable on the other's legs, the warmth penetrating his back and keeping the house's morning chill from bothering him. Gaou, warmed only by the sight of his lover's naked torso, lifted one large hand and took hold of Marco's waistband, tugging it down to reveal his crotch, in all its naked glory.

They never slept with underwear on. “A waste of time, I'd say,” would come from Marco, right before they would tear the items off and have a naughty round in the dark. The addition of pajama pants only came about in winter, when the large room the quarterback lived in stayed colder than the others, for reasons unknown to his parents. Truth was, the partially Italian teen loved being cool while he slept, so he stuffed a towel at the foot of his door at night and opened his window a half inch, to let the wintry breezes inside.

Without a barrier between himself and Gaou's wandering hands, Marco's crotch was free for the perusal, offering itself up with a little twitch the moment the larger man touched him. Marco's head came up instantly and he stared at his lover, the long piece of hair that normally hung over his face curling over top of his head, giving him a more child-like look.

Gaou lost his smile and with the other hand, he very gently shoved the brunet back down into his previous position, allowing him to get comfortable before ducking his head and laving his still-sweet tongue over the head of Marco's cock. Now that his left hand was free, he reached over to the pile of chocolates the quarterback had deposited and fetched another, not caring what colour or flavor it was, mainly concerned with thumbing open the foil with one large hand while cradling the man's tender bits with the others, determined not to harm him as he had so often done to his opponents.

The smaller male shimmied his hips in a vain attempt to get out of his pants, as he breathed with his mouth open, nearly panting from the sensation of the warm tongue on his sensitive flesh. He managed to tuck both hands on either side of the waistband and shoved them down, kicking them off between himself and his lover, giving him more room to part his legs and enjoy the ministrations all the better.

The crinkling of the candy foil caught his attention, however, and he peered to the side to see Gaou fidgeting with a yellow treat, finally flicking the foil from it and pausing a moment in his worship of Marco's cock to pop the chocolate into his mouth, then taking the entire length of the damp erection in as well and pausing only when his nose touched the dainty curls at the base.

The chill of the cool chocolate and the warmth of Gaou's mouth made the quarterback's cock throb unevenly, pulsing moments of arousal and disjointed discomfort up his spine, his body flushed and his arms and legs covered with the beginnings of a bad case of goosebumps. Both hands had found Gaou's seemingly spiky but infinitely soft hair, fisting in the ebony locks and actually pulling, something he knew the larger man enjoyed during their encounters.

Marco heard a loud slurp and lifted his head to look down along his own slightly sweaty torso, watching as Gaou licked the sweet dribbles of melted chocolate from around the brunet's cock, catching the leftovers that had escaped him. He growled in his throat when he caught Marco's gaze, giving his head a little shake to dislodge the man's hands and turning to fetch another candy.

It was green. Marco swallowed, already knowing what flavour it would be, inside the dark chocolate shell that preceded it.

He almost wished it wouldn't be the teasing, irritatingly tingling sensation, but after Gaou flicked the foil off and popped it in his mouth, Marco held his breath and exhaled immediately after having his cock engulfed in the warm-cold of his lover's mouth again, his suspicion verified by the bite of the chocolate's dangerous, gooey innards.

Mint.

...the bastard let a mint chocolate melt and it's tingling and biting its way up my dick from the bottom and ahhhh....fuck that feels nice...

Marco was silenced by the strange sensation, but he had bet on it, especially when he noticed how many of the little green candies his lover had snatched from the bowl. Many more than the meager mixed handful he had taken, as he exited the kitchen. A firm suck at the head forced him to open his unknowingly closed eyes and he leveled a glare on the larger teen, trying to look mean about being deceived but most likely looking more like a sexually tortured teenager, who only needed release in order to be satisfied.

Two more mint chocolates joined the first and Marco continued to pull at Gaou's hair, letting go each time the large man shook his head, taking the indication as an important one and obeying completely. Now with one entirely melted one and two partially melted lumps of flavoured chocolate surrounding his cock; along with one talented tongue and a very warm, very slippery mouth, Marco thrust his hips, attempting to control the situation just a little bit, as his balls tightened and warned of his impending release.

Gaou, already taking his own initiative and stroking his cock through his pants with his unoccupied hand, fingered open the ties on his slacks and pulled himself out of them, working himself the way he knew would bring about the fastest climax. He stroked hard but evenly, pressing the flat pad of his thumb over the head each time he reached the end, his hips grinding a little bit, shimmying the bed but happily, still not causing its supported frame to creak.

He growled around Marco and gave one big suck and slurp, taking the chocolaty mess down his throat and swallowing it eagerly, making sure to leave himself enough room to take Marco's load into his mouth, though it would still be flavoured with the delightfully sticky candy mess left behind. He nuzzled the man's belly each time he reached the base and nosed around in the tiny little curls there, licking the underside with a full mouth, feeling the twitches and pulses just before his lover finally released.

Marco kept silent but pulled Gaou's hair hard enough for it to almost pain the larger man, his legs spread impossibly wide and his back arching away from the warm legs, tiny shifts of the brunet's hips suggesting an end to the powerful climax, along with the minute shudders in the smaller man's slim frame.

Gaou pulled his mouth away from his treat and licked his lips, then began lapping up the remainders of his fun from Marco's cock, balls and his inner thighs, where chocolate smears had appeared. He continued to stroke himself and with each little twitch, moan and jerk from his lover's lithe body, he gained more pleasure, stroking himself almost violently, until he too erupted, the white cream caught by his brutish hand and then it too was lapped up, slurped noisily from his digits and palm.

He smiled as he wiped the damp hand on the sheets and carefully pulled Marco's pants back up onto his now-lax body, cradling the smaller form into his arms and shifting down the bed to lay more comfortably, his broad nose nuzzling against Marco's neck.

“No more candy for you, I'd say,” came a sleepy comment from Marco, the smallest of all smiles curling the corner of his lips. “It has the weirdest affects on you.”

Gaou chuckled out loud and pressed a very wet, very minty kiss to the quarterback's ear.

“Maybe no more mint chocolate. You'll never keep me from the strawberry ones.”

“Okay, Okay.”

Marco nodded sleepily and closed his eyes for a brief snooze before his mother would call them for dinner. His voice was tired and he yawned in the middle of his sentence, a childish but adorably Marco-esque thing of him to do.

He made a mental note, however, to visit the sex shop, which he only had access to through an older friend of his, and on weekends at that, to purchase the chocolate mint flavoured lubricant he had seen. It was clear and stayed slippery long enough for hours of fun, but more importantly, it did not sting when it came into contact with tender body parts.